Chapter 30 – The Second Coming

Three days after the Bound.com shoot, Chloe was lying with her laptop on the bed. She had already found Ethan Cooper’s personal website during her initial research, but now she decided to take a closer look.

The homepage greeted her with pretentious minimalism. Black background, white text in a font that was probably meant to look somber and artistic, but to Chloe looked more like angsty teenager. “ETHAN COOPER – VISUAL EXPLORATIONS OF THE FEMININE FORM IN SPACE” was the big title in the middle.

He might as well have written: “I like to stare at tits and call it art.”

The page had three categories: “Photography,” “Video Art,” and “Installations.” She clicked on “Photography.”

The gallery loaded slowly. The first image showed a woman, or rather, parts of a woman. Her legs were spread and the light was set so that the shadows between her thighs looked like abstract shapes. No face, no upper body, just this isolated geometry of shadows and flesh.

The next image was an extreme close-up of a vulva, so close that it seemed almost bizarre, like an alien plant. The lighting was actually impressive. He used soft, warm light that made the texture of the skin appear velvety. It was well done, but…

He photographs women like still lifes, like fruit bowls or vases of flowers, and you never see the whole person.

She scrolled on. Some of the pictures had a disturbing beauty. A woman’s torso shrouded in shadow, with only her breasts caught in the light, shining like two moons in the darkness. But there were also many spread legs, fingers spreading labia, and penetrations with objects, captured with clinical detail.

The video section was no better. Collages of body parts moving in slow motion. Breasts bouncing. Hands stroking skin. Mouths opening. Everything cut up and reassembled into something else, something hypnotic.

She leaned back and stared thoughtfully at the screen. His fixation on her orgasms at Bound.com fit perfectly into the picture. For him, women were not people, but raw material for his art. Objects he could arrange and display. But obviously there were women who worked with him.

For a brief moment, she considered contacting him directly. Offering herself as a model for his projects. That would give her immediate access without having to wait for further Bound.com bookings.

Yeah, and then I’d wake up tied up in his basement while he explained how my dismembered body would fit perfectly into his new installation.

No. Melissa’s warning and Elena’s story about his stalking attempts had been clear enough. Outside of a professional setting, this guy was too dangerous for her liking.

She closed her laptop and reached for her cell phone. Time to call Ben and push for another Bound.com booking. That was the safe way to get to Ethan.

She dialed his number. It rang three times, then he picked up.

“Sunshine!” Ben’s voice dripped with false cheerfulness, as always. “What a pleasure to hear from you!”

“Hi, Ben.” She switched into Chloe Heart mode. “I just wanted to check in if there are any news from Bound.com? About another booking?”

“Ah, negotiations are still ongoing.” She heard him lean back in his squeaky office chair. “These things take time, Sunshine. They definitely want you back, but we still need to discuss the terms, see when and for which brand they can fit you into the schedule.”

“Oh, okay.” She tried not to sound disappointed.

“But!” His voice became more animated again. “I also wanted to call you today about an offer. Randy from Casting Couch Cuties specifically asked for you.”

That was surprising. “Randy? Really?”

“Yes, he wants you for another scene.”

“Is that… normal?” Chloe frowned. “I thought CCC was a one-and-done thing? Once and then never again?”

Ben laughed. “Usually, yes. Most girls shoot once at CCC and that’s it. It’s more of a starter gig, not for established performers. But sometimes…” He paused. “Sometimes Randy wants someone back.”

“And he wants me?”

“Oh, yes.” Ben’s voice became a little awkward. “He, uh… he made himself very clear. I actually wanted to offer him another new performer I represent, but he wasn’t interested. His exact words were, ‘Why don’t you send me that little blonde again. The one with the tight pussy. Tell her she can come by tomorrow if she wants.'”

The little blonde with the tight pussy.

Chloe pressed her lips together. Anger and disgust fought in her chest. To Randy, she was like a delicious pizza he could have delivered to his filthy couch. Something to consume and shit out afterwards.

“I see.” Her voice remained calm.

“The money is the same as last time, five hundred plus the bonus he still owes you.”

“No.”

“What?” Ben sounded confused.

“If Randy really wants me again, it’ll cost him double. Two thousand dollars. But up front, not half now and half later.”

Silence on the other end. Then Ben cleared his throat. “Sunshine, that’s not a small amount of money. And he still owes you the bonus from last time anyway.”

“Those are my terms.” Her voice had taken on a sharpness that had nothing to do with the bubbly Chloe Heart Ben was used to. “If he really wants me that badly, then he can pay for it.”

“Are you sure you want me to tell him that?” Ben sounded slightly irritated. She wasn’t playing the obedient little actress this time.

“Yes. Take it or leave it.”

A sigh. “All right. I’ll tell him. But don’t get your hopes up.”

“Do that.” She ended the conversation more abruptly than usual.

She put the phone on the nightstand and stared at the ceiling.

What an asshole.

She got up to make herself a sandwich, and while she was doing so, her phone vibrated again. A message from Ben:

Ben Ziegler online

Randy agreed. Tomorrow at 10 a.m. He’ll pay the 2k up front plus the bonus from last time.

12:33 PM

She read the message twice. A hollow feeling spread through her chest. She had gotten her way, but it felt wrong. The answer had come too quickly, as if Randy had just been waiting for her to name a price. As if he just wanted to know what it would cost to have her again.

~

In the evening, Chloe lay on her bed, lazily balancing her laptop on her stomach, watching Just Us Girls. On the screen, Sadie and her lesbian sister Cassie were arguing again. This time about a missed parent-teacher conference and a homemade lasagna that had burned in the oven and triggered a fire department call. Wonderful nonsense.

Chloe stared through the screen though, her thoughts revolving around tomorrow. The thought of having sex with Randy Miles again made her stomach churn.

Two thousand dollars. That’s almost three months’ rent. And maybe I can even get him to spill something about Samantha. Just grit your teeth, Chloe.

Her cell phone vibrated on the nightstand, pulling her out of her thoughts. Steve Balls lit up on the display.

She hesitated. Their last encounter had been… complicated. Did she really want to deal with that tonight?

She sighed and answered.

“Hey, Chloe!” Steve’s voice sounded uncertain, almost fearful. “I hope I’m not interrupting you on something? If you’re busy, I can-“

“No, it’s okay.” She paused the sitcom. “What’s up?”

A nervous clearing of the throat. “So, um… I wanted to apologize. I mean, I need to apologize.”

Chloe sat up a little straighter. “For what exactly?”

“Everything.” The words bubbled out of him. “My buddy Andy, oh hm, you don’t actually know her… well, never mind, anyway, Andy explained to me what a complete idiot I was. That I got your number without permission. That I pressured you for sex even though you said no, and then still begged for a blowjob. And that afterwards I didn’t even…” He paused. “You know. Return the favor. That was really shitty of me.”

The sincerity in his voice surprised her. No attempts to talk his way out of it, no excuses. Just pure, unvarnished embarrassment.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “It was a lot to take in at once.”

“I know! God, I know. Andy said I was acting like a horny teenager, and she’s right. I just… no, I don’t want to make excuses. I apologize for acting like an ass!” His voice grew firmer. “And I wanted to ask if I could make it up to you. I could cook you dinner? I won’t try anything weird, no funny business, I promise. Just a nice meal as an apology.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” she said, and she meant it. “But I have an early shoot tomorrow. I really should get some rest.”

“Oh.” The disappointment in his voice was unmistakable, even though he tried to hide it. “Sure, I understand. I just wanted to… offer the option. Don’t want to stress you out.”

She could practically see him pacing nervously with his phone in his hand, in his messy living room surrounded by video game consoles.

“I really appreciate it,” she said more gently. “Honestly. Maybe another time?”

“Yes?” His voice immediately brightened. “Absolutely! Whenever you want. Oh, and hey, you can keep the T-shirt. It suits you better than me anyway.”

She laughed softly. “That’s sweet, but I don’t think Darth Vader in XXL is really my style.”

“Hey, Darth Vader is always stylish!”

“Listen,” Steve said after a short pause, his voice serious again. “If you ever feel like hanging out sometime, no pressure or anything… we could play something? Plumber Dario or something? Just… like that?”

The desire in his voice sounded so sincere that it gave her a pang.

“Sounds good,” she said vaguely. “I’ll be in touch, okay?”

“Okay. Yeah. Great.” He sounded excited. “Well… sleep well, Chloe. And good luck with the shoot tomorrow.”

“Thanks. Good night, Steve.”

“Night.”

She hung up and stared at the dark display for a moment. A strange feeling spread through her chest, somewhere between pity and gratitude. Was his kindness genuine? Or was he still just interested in sex?

Of course he is interested. He’s a guy. But maybe… maybe he really understood that his behavior was shitty. It sounded genuine, anyway.

But was that it? Or had this Andy just told him that he needed to be more strategic if he wanted to be successful with women?

She shook her head and opened her laptop again. Sadie and Cassie were still frozen in their 90s sitcom idyll.

Calm down. Tomorrow is CCC. You have to be strong.

She pressed play, and the familiar little world of Just Us Girls filled her small room again. But this time, even Cassie’s overly suspicious reaction to Sadie’s new boyfriend couldn’t really distract her.

~

The next morning, Chloe stood in front of the gray, unremarkable building that housed Casting Couch Cuties, staring at the door. The taxi driver had already driven away, giving her a lecherous look when he recognized the address.

An involuntary shiver ran down her spine. This place had been the beginning. The moment when Chloe Thompson had finally become Chloe Heart. At least in front of the cameras.

The Chloe who walked through here for the first time and the Chloe standing here now are two different people.

But here she was again. Voluntarily. For two thousand dollars and the vague hope of finding out something more about Samantha.

She pushed open the door and wrinkled her nose as the smell of cigarette smoke hit her. The studio looked exactly the same as last time.

She hadn’t put much effort into her outfit this time. A simple tank top, denim shorts, sneakers. Her makeup was minimal. Randy would ruin it anyway.

“There’s my new favorite!”

Randy Miles stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, that smug grin on his fleshy face. He was wearing only shorts and flip-flops, his belly hanging heavily over the waistband. His sparse hair was stuck to his head with sweat.

“Hi Randy!” Chloe forced her most radiant smile. The Chloe Heart mask had to sit tight today.

“Man, your last video really made an impact.” He came closer, his gaze sliding openly over her body. “People can’t get enough of you. ‘We’d like to see her again,’ they wrote in the comments.”

Chloe forced a giggle. “Really? That’s great! That’s why I’m here.”

“Just right.” Randy reached for a crumpled contract lying on the wobbly table. He had corrected the amount to $2,000 by hand with a ballpoint pen – his handwriting was barely legible. “Here, sign this, then we can get started.”

She took the pen, her fingers trembling slightly as she signed. She wasn’t sure if it was from anger or nervousness. But she signed.

She glanced around the room. The camera was ready on its tripod, next to it was Randy’s small handheld camera for the POV shots. No crew today, just like last time. Just the two of them.

“Shall we start right away?” Randy rubbed his hands together, unable to hide his impatience. “I’m so ready.”

“Should we check the database first?” Chloe held up her cell phone, her voice sounding sweet and naive. “Safety first, right?”

Randy rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Sure.”

They both checked their test results in the industry database. Everything was green, of course. Randy had probably hoped to skip this step, but Chloe insisted.

I have to set some limits.

“Okay, now I’m ready!” She beamed at him as if this were the highlight of her day.

“Then let’s go to the couch, sweetie.”

~

“Here we go,” Randy said as he turned on the wide shot camera and then his POV camera and pointed it at her sitting on the couch.

“Today, our dear Chloe is back at Casting Couch Cuties. She called us and asked if she could come by again because she just can’t get enough of my cock.”

Inside, Chloe was boiling with rage at this lie. She wanted to hit him. But instead, she just smiled and played her part.

“Uh-huh,” she cooed, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “I just couldn’t forget that cock.”

Randy grinned broadly and kept the POV camera, which stared at her like a greedy eye, pointed at her. while the wide-shot camera hummed on its tripod and captured everything. “Then why don’t you show us those nice puppies you’re hiding under your clothes.”

She raised her arms, stretching them above her head and Randy reached for her with his free hand. His fingers hooked into the hem of her top and bra, pulling both up with a jerky motion. Her large, firm breasts popped out and her nipples immediately stood up.

“Oh man, look at those perfect tits,” Randy muttered as he zoomed the POV camera closer, pressing the lens almost against her nipples.

His free hand reached down, roughly kneading one breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “So firm and round, and your nipples are already rock hard. You like it when I play with your tits, huh?”

Chloe bit her lower lip. His touch was rough, clumsy, and yet she felt an unwanted tingling sensation spreading from her breasts.

“Mmm, yes, Randy, your hands feel so good on my tits,” she purred breathlessly into the camera.

Randy laughed softly and let go of her chest, only to flop down on the couch himself. He spread his legs, his shorts stretching tight across his crotch. “Come here, baby. Kneel between my legs and show the world how much you’ve missed my cock.”

Chloe slid off the couch, her knees hitting the hard, patchy floor of the studio. She knelt down as Randy pulled down his shorts and took out his semi-erect cock. He sat enthroned before her like a king in his sleazy kingdom.

She hated the sight of it, hated how he waited for her, grinning. But she reached out, wrapped her hand around his cock, stroked it slowly a few times, felt it swell in her fist, grow even harder.

“Good, stroke it nicely,” Randy grumbled, the POV camera pointed at her face. “Now show me how cock hungry you are. Nice and sloppy, Babe.”

Cock hungry. Sure, that was what they were selling to the viewers. The illusion of a nymphomaniac 18-year-old teenager who couldn’t get enough of this middle-aged cock.

She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took him in, her lips closing around the tip as she sucked and swirled her tongue. She ran her saliva along its entire length, then slowly pushed herself deeper.

Deeper and deeper she took him, relaxing her throat until her nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair. His sweaty smell filled her nose. She looked up at him and the camera with big, innocent eyes, as if she loved looking into his eyes while she deepthroated him.

Randy sat almost motionless, only a soft moan escaping him as he filmed. His free hand hung casually, playing lazily with her breast, pinching her nipple lightly. His thumb stroked it, circled it, and Chloe felt moisture gathering between her legs.

Shit, no.

His movements remained minimal, almost bored, and she realized it was a power play. The first time, he had taken her, dominated her. Now he was making her do the work, forcing her to humiliate herself, to satisfy him while he just sat there.

Bastard.

Her jaw muscles were already burning, so she pulled back, spat on his cock, a thick strand of saliva landing on the tip, and rubbed it in with both hands, spreading the moisture until everything was slippery and slimy.

There was saliva and drool everywhere. It ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. It was disgusting and sticky, but the audience would love it, she knew that.

After a few minutes, Randy grabbed her head, pulling her away from his cock, strands of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. “Turn around, sweetheart,” he growled. “Sit on my cock.”

Chloe stood up, her legs a little wobbly from kneeling, and pulled down her denim shorts, kicking them away along with the thong that clung wetly to her skin. Naked, she turned around, positioned her feet on Randy’s knees, and balanced herself as she squatted down.

She felt the tip of his cock tickle her wet opening, hard and demanding, and slowly she lowered herself onto it, feeling him slide into her and fill her. The friction was intense, a burning sensation that turned into a feeling of fullness. At first, she reflexively tried to suppress a moan, but then she just let it out.

Part of her even wanted to enjoy it. But the other part couldn’t forget what a disgusting guy she was doing it with.

“Oh fuck, you’re so damn tight,” Randy moaned as he filmed from behind with the POV camera, capturing the penetration in all detail. “I love this pussy!”

Chloe barely suppressed an eye roll. Her face was fully in the frame of the wide-shot cam on the tripod, so she smiled instead and threw her head back with a moan.

The position was unnatural and painful. The pain shot through her spine, her thigh muscles tensed and burned with every movement as she moved up and down, but she moaned loudly anyway, perhaps even a little exaggeratedly, to drown out his stupid comments.

“Oh God, Randy, your cock feels so good inside me,” she gasped for the camera.

That hurts, damn it. Why this position of all things? Because it looks hot, Chloe.

Her thighs were really starting to burn now, and she was grateful for all the yoga sessions and Kegel exercises and squats she had ever done.

Randy let her do all the work, just sitting there enjoying it, his free hand resting on her hip without helping, while sweat ran down her back.

She focused on the feeling of his cock inside her, the throbbing, the friction against her inner walls, and did her best to make the perfect sounds. Moaning, gasping, panting, as if she loved it. 

Do it for the audience. Look like you’re in heaven, Chloe.

But her legs started to shake now, a trembling she couldn’t control.

Suddenly, Randy pulled on her, turning her around. “Turn around, I want to feel your mouth on my cock again.”

Chloe sighed inwardly. She slid off him, feeling the emptiness as his cock slipped out of her pussy, and knelt down again, letting her tongue slide over his shaft. His cock still tasted of her.

She knew the viewers would love to see her tasting a cock that had just been in her pussy.

Not great, but not the end of the world either. Could be worse.

She took him back into her mouth, sucking for another minute, her tongue swirling, saliva mixing with her juices.

Then he pulled out, grabbed his cock, quickly masturbated for a few strokes with his free hand, and then shot a huge load over her already smiling face. Thick, warm splashes landed on her cheeks, forehead, and much of it in her hair.

“Lick it clean, baby,” he said. She did, taking him back into her mouth and licking off the rest of his jizz. The taste was terribly bitter.

Definitely not a pineapple juice drinker.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her head like a dog.

She was seething inside, but she looked into the POV camera, gave one of her radiant Chloe Heart smiles, and cooed, “I love your cum all over my face.”